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- > Be Celestia, living with your new husband
- > It's only been a month after you married Anon, an incredible month in which you explored each other to the fullest
- > Sharing secrets and secret places, filling the nights and dozing through lazy mornings
- > You grin at some of the more interesting memories
- > Those hands~
- > You shake your head, and return to your little task
- > Making breakfast in bed for your cute husband
- > It may have been a few thousand years since you last had to cook for yourself, but it can't be that hard
- > The biscuits are baking in the oven as you start chopping peppers for the omelette
- > You hear footsteps down the stairs
- > Out of habit, you renew a certain cosmetic little glamour
- > Anon wanders over, dressed only in red boxers and black socks, rubbing at his sleepy eyes
- > So sexy, so cute
- > "Didn't know you could cook, Sunbeam. Smells tasty."
- > You resist the urge to smile, and lift your chin proudly
- "Although I am a mare, I still know my way around a kitchen. Now sit and wait for your food like a good little colt."
- > He grins, pulling up a stool across the counter from you
- > "Yes mistress, I'll watch in awe at your cooking prowess, and not because I'm worried about the food being burned."
- > Like a mature, sensible mare, you stick your tongue out at him
- > He chuckles, then leans his elbows on the counter
- > "Whatcha makin'?"
- > You glance at the hourglass over the oven
- > Just about done
- "Omelette and biscuits. Sound good, Green Bean?"
- > "Mmhmm."
- > You turn and open the oven, letting the heat wash over your body
- > The biscuits look pretty good, if you say so yourself
- > "Nice."
- > You glance over your shoulder
- > Anon is looking at -
- > You twitch your tail aside, then let it cover your marehood, smirking all the while
- > He licks his lips, his eyes filled with barely contained hunger
- > Hewantsthev.tapestry
- "Now now, we wouldn't want to ruin your appetite for breakfast, would we?"
- > You set baking sheet on the stone counter
- > While you are there, you set a skillet on a burner and get the flame going
- > After so many years as a monarch, you are finding the little domestic chores to be rather refreshing
- > A mere thought closes the oven door
- > You turn back to the cutting board and peel the skin off an onion with your magic
- > Anon stares at you fondly from across the cutting board
- > You see a twinkle in his eye, the fires of his lust banked for now
- > As you chop the vegetable you have a nagging feeling that you forgot about something
- > You glance around, but everything seems to be fine
- > You blink, your eyes beginning to sting
- > You back away from the cutting board, wings flared and ready to...
- > Anon looks at you with tears in his eyes
- > Your body shimmers oddly, your concentration shattered
- > "Why are you avoiding me?"
- "What? I'm not!"
- > You feel your own tears forming
- > You never like to see a stallion cry, but this is too sudden
- "Green Bean, tell me, what's wrong?"
- > He opens his mouth, then pauses
- > You wait, goodness knows you don't want to pressure an emotionally distraught stallion
- > "Sunflower, you do know cutting onions make people cry, right?"
- > Oh
- > You scowl at him and he grins
- > You love him and his whimsy, you do, but...
- "You scoundrel, it's been a millennia since I last cooked. And crying is playing dirty, dear."
- > He weaves his way around the counter, his hips shifting beguilingly
- > Ooh, and that bulge
- > That's right, come to Mama
- > "One other thing, babe."
- > He loops his arms loosely around your withers, gazing at you in wonder
- > "Have you always had those freckles?"
- > You instinctively try to back away, but his grip is too strong and he just ends up falling onto your tuft
- > You almost cast your glamour again, but the damage is done
- "...They're just sunspots."
- > Anon leans against you, his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones
- > "Celly. Tia. Sunbeambum. Babe. You have no idea how cute you look right now."
- > You scrunch a little
- "You don't have to force yourself, I know what I look like."
- > Anon gazes deep into your eyes, your skin prickling pleasantly as his fingers trace little constellations on your face
- > "Celestia Cake Solarina, if you won't believe my words, let me explain more simply."
- > He presses his pelvis up against you, the firm length of his stallionhood hot on your belly
- > Your breath hitches, and you dare to hope
- "You like my...freckles."
- > He bares his delectably sharp teeth, his fingers digging into your wing muscles
- > U-unf
- > "The one good thing about you hiding them is, "
- > His voice is low and growling, resonating exquisitely against you
- > "now I want to knock you up even harder."
- > Faust, you love this stallion
- > With a sweep of magic and a push from your haunches, you push him gently to the cold tile floor and press down on his squirming, firm body
- > You pin him with marely strength, exulting in his futile struggles for dominance
- "Silly Green Bean, I'm the mare here. But I'll accept every drop you have for me."
- > He relaxes underneath you, melting into your pressure, all save a very key part of him
- > "Fine, but next time I get to top."
- > Then he bites your neck, mingling pain, pleasure, and fear within you
- > You gasp and surge against him
- > It seems breakfast will just have to wait
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